Ever since you ended up in the monster world, and more importantly ended up nealy drowning in slime, you've had it. The ground gives way under you and you feel yourself slowly sinking into the cold, wet, thick muck around you, mud slowly covering your entire form, pinning your arms to the side, until only your head is above water as you keep sinking, unable to even strugg-
"Fishbait! Wake Up already you're dreaming again!" The thick, Creole accent of the elder Frog Sister who had plucked you out of the mud that day pulls you back to reality, and you're once again sitting in that barely clean Mason jar that walled you in, inside the wreck of the Southern Star...And you saw the faces of the Boudreaux sisters staring down at you through the glass. "Woo, thought you weren't gonna wake up there. Seemed like a worse one than normal"
You frown as the shorter of the Frog sisters roughly picks up the jar, prying the lid off. "Seriously though, ya need to get over it, it was just some mud."
And then Lou Ellen interrupts "Hey now, lay off the smallfry, to him that was probably the equivalent of quicksand!" Clementine grabbed the jar from her sister, sending you tumbling into the glass wall...before the two begin tugging it back and forth in a, for you, rather dangerous game of tug of war over who gets you for the day...
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